Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 879 - 95 Medicine King Saves the World (6800 words 2-in-1)_2
Chapter 879 -95 Medicine King Saves the World (6800 words 2-in-1)_2
The elder waved his hand and said with a smile, “No matter, as a master I naturally understand my own health better than you. Besides, the purpose of studying medicine is merely to treat illnesses and people. Like now, when I sit idly every day, I only occasionally go out for a consultation.”
“What you’re suggesting is not nurturing my health, but waiting for death…”
The young man opened his mouth, unsure of how to respond, and there was a hidden sadness in his eyes.
However, the elder’s brows were rather open-minded, clearly not concerned with the so-called illness. Wang Anfeng’s eyes flickered slightly, observing the elder’s features clearly, and with a slight movement in his heart, he suddenly spoke up:
“Elder, may I take your pulse?”
The elder made a light sound of intrigue, looked at Wang Anfeng, and smiled:
“Little brother, are you a descendant of a medical family?”
Wang Anfeng replied:
“I followed my master and studied medicine for a few years, but I dare not claim to belong to a medical family.”
The elder laughed, “Modesty is good. With a humble and cautious heart, you’ll surely achieve great success one day. But don’t underestimate yourself. Earlier, when I saw the vitality in you, I thought you were a martial artist from the Jianghu, but I didn’t expect you were also a disciple of a medical family.”
“It seems I’ve misjudged.”
Wang Anfeng respectfully answered:
“Both a healer and a martial artist.”
The young man beside them, seeing Wang Anfeng so young, maybe even younger than himself, wondered what skills he could have. However, he felt sorry for his teacher’s fatigue, and since Wang Anfeng had already offered, based on his teacher’s nature, he surely wouldn’t refuse, which would further strain his teacher’s energy and stamina. He couldn’t help but speak:
“Teacher, though this guest means well, this issue can only be discerned by Xue Doctor at the Green Bamboo Pavilion in the city. Even a few others here are helpless… I’m just afraid…”
He didn’t finish, but the implication was clear. Xue Gang of Green Bamboo Pavilion was the most reputed and skilled doctor in Liangzhou City, so a difficult and intricate illness that only he could diagnose surely couldn’t be handled by a young person.
Though gentle in nature, and even if internally displeased, he barely wanted to speak unkindly, yet other thoughts inevitably lingered in his mind.
Like martial arts, medicine in the end is just a practical skill. Practicing medicine doesn’t guarantee medical ethics, just like there are malicious and treacherous people in martial arts. In the past, some itinerant doctors sought to boast of having seen rare and tricky illnesses and intentionally caused trouble for their bragging rights, disregarding the patient’s fatigue.
Thus, when he saw Wang Anfeng coming straight for his teacher while young, he naturally harbored prejudice, subconsciously classifying him among those itinerant doctors, thus refraining from being overly pleased.
But the elder was not concerned, waved his hand, and said with a laugh:
“Since it’s out of goodwill, how could one refuse?”
“Little brother, there is a place beside me, feel free to come here and see how my pulses are… Haha, most likely they are a bit chaotic; being old, I must submit to destiny. In a little while, settle your mind, and diagnose carefully.”
“Regardless, one doesn’t often see pulses like mine; in a little while, I should test you and see how many you can diagnose, haha…”
The elder was open-minded and didn’t mind using himself as a case study, even making a joke about it, then proactively moved to the side.
Wang Anfeng couldn’t ask for a better opportunity, so naturally, he didn’t refuse. Both of them sat at a table to the side. The young man saw that it was too late and went to retrieve a cotton cushion to pad the elder’s hand.
This hand was quite broad, with long joints, though now subdued by age, and green veins already prominently showing on the palm, coiling like pythons.
Wang Anfeng, however, didn’t place his hand on the elder’s pulse but instead took out a coil of golden thread from his bosom, flicked it with his fingers, and like a spirit snake, it wrapped around the elder’s wrist securely. Using his right index finger, he gently tapped on it, causing a slight tremor before it settled, using the rare Jianghu method of suspended thread pulse diagnosis.
This method requires the flow of Qi Mechanics, channeling the Qi Mechanics into the fine thread, controlling the martial artist’s Inner Qi and Qi Mechanics to avoid harming the patient. Though a clever trick, it requires a highly skilled martial artist to perform it, and a considerable degree of medical expertise, which astonished the many doubters among the doctors present, causing them to hold their breath and watch him work.
Wang Anfeng’s martial prowess was first and foremost characterized by strong and superior Inner Strength, so he naturally didn’t need such a tricky method. But to conduct a free consultation tomorrow without drawing attention to himself, he needed to make a display beforehand.
With his eyes slightly closed, the gentle and righteous Inner Strength of the Shaolin Temple flowed through the golden thread into the elder’s body, making a round circuit. Wang Anfeng had already formulated his judgment in his mind, prepared to lift his hand, then after some thought, suddenly diverted a strand of Inner Strength, letting it remain in the elder’s body, to slowly circulate following the method for nourishing meridians.
This strand of Inner Strength for him was merely a matter of a few breaths of Breathing Techniques, but for others, it was akin to a piece of vigor from a Longmen martial artist, extremely precious. The elder only felt a warm comfort throughout his body, a feeling he hadn’t experienced for years.
Only then did Wang Anfeng raise his right hand, then softly said to the young man:
“Please, fetch a pen and paper.”
The young man, having witnessed the suspended thread pulse diagnosis and noticed the hidden distress relieved from his teacher’s face, realized that he had foolishly failed to recognize a True Master just now. Hastily, he turned around and fetched pen and paper from another place, placing them before Wang Anfeng.
Wang Anfeng thanked him, picked up the pen, jotted down methods for nurturing and diagnosing, then set the pen aside, and handed it to the elder. The elder, being a seasoned doctor, recognized the significance, glanced at it, uttered a sound of surprise, then his hand moved slightly, staring intently at the words for dozens of breaths, and couldn’t help but sigh:
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